go forth into it
quoth four in so as
you cross your heart
miss
led
mix the best with the best
and the red
letter
with the said and said
coy you say
oh boy
you say
we’ve got it right here
stuck inside our heads
this treasure
lead
you can control
which way them
stars turn
if you let
yrself
just chasing fog lately
in half a state
oh my
close
fold
book
make something
blindfolded
to never look
at
something to clean
refresh
less
from one form
to another
wish i could
say or see
this line
delineates
where
oh
so much
too much
to take
in
how much
can you take
take in
take
it sits
there
it hits you
there
whispering pines
overhead
oh
overhead
and with us in the shadows
that which goes
shwoom
wisshhhh
disssssapear
mixed trail
with time
and got to there
painted eyes
forever inquisitive
completely invisible
Can I
Make things happen
From
This
Far away?
hanging on
holding
oh yeah
HANGING ON BY A THREAD
whatever
just
threads
connect ing
less
than breath
in unity
pushed or
forged
or forgotten
we go
off
trail
up the mountain
inside
and
memory
who
you
and
me
trail up the
hill
inside
and
totally
free
who
you
me
let’s
let
go
and get
up this
trail
hill
who cares
just make
it
happen
mister
misses
no wantoo hear
no other
whatever
it’s good
forget
what
i should
let me
get
good
whatever
who wants
to walk
into the hills
forever?
i don’t know where i’m going
and i
end up in this room
where i make music
fairly often
and it’s just a
passageway
or maybe
passageway is the
space between
thought and
thought
thought and
hope
and fear
or maybe
passageway
is the place you dissolve into
where you are loved entirely
desired even
your place here
passageway
the lost useless
passageway
the cost of
no rhyme
passageway
passenger
zig zag
uphill
read book
backwards
turn
back
time
burn black
bleed tact
underfoot
undermined
heroic
just to push forward
to want
with joy
to push forward with joy
is just about the most heroic thing
i saw today
and it
filled me with
so much love
i almost died
carry
me weight
oh
very
importantly
wait
hear
here
know thyself
with myself
and why self?
run?
which way?
moon way
which is to say
soon way
truly
spring forward
spread wings
in a day
all falls away
make a
way
in spring
someday
now
yesterday
the bees
will fly
high
on
what’s next
turn
face
me
memory
burn
memory
burn
turn
outpaced
face me
burn
in parallel
in other
live
burn
brrn
just whispy brain
in the rain
after wash of rain
and waiting in it
in the early hours of the morning
for something
to change
come back
around
it did
but i didn’t
know it
at the time
place
becomes
no place
with just a little blue grey cloud
and enough
non sleep
oh where
can i trade in
my tokens?
will
by and large
by and by
balance and bygones
bastards and bylines
brothel throne
fools
and their spoils
a fast switch
in a very clever stay
acceleration
of disbelief
we are the only beginning
before us no one
a catastrophe
broke the sky open
no more watching
watch it
went to the women’s march in downtown LA yesterday
it was good to be there, not knowing what or why
i was by myself as i am not good at organizing intentions
and also it was total chaos
but the brain just can’t comprehend how many human beings were there
alive and
united
i’ve been to big protests
against the iraq war in portland
but this was just, beyond comprehension
and endless stream of
hope, honestly
outside the wall
of the noise machine
i stood
for ten years
or so
it was all
muffled bass
and more
it was all
soft core
in the fair air
on wavves of wind
rushed in
insight
into
why
this thing or that
might
occupy
space
negative or no
this year we call these things
reveries
where the music floats away
invisibly
a return
to re
verb
where i was born
cold morning wake up
inside a tailing verse
without words
howdy
dude
we sure have
some rain over here
this dry desert
air
been
wiped
clean
Been making music. Reading books. Getting married.
I don’t really post any classical cello stuff cuz I’m a bit insecure about it. But whatever! I should these are perfect for music everyday
sitting
somewhere
i am not
basking
by now we are aware
that where we are
is neither here nor there
but
somewhere
inside
a
melody
missing link
the link is missing
404
missing it
missing yr optimist
ic
link
not it
as in it
or is it
it
or is it
me
or this song
no
it
is
just
it
back to the past
a few days
what happened
where have you been my
son?
i saw a long shadow rise over the hilltop over the city
i saw a mummy sitting in a museum and people on their cellphones
i saw a grocery store full of poison and a sky full of trouble
force
field
use it
makah the cello go
boom
here we have
ukelele again
our friend ukelele
always getting after it
mr ukelele
ok, I have been making music everyday. and sometimes recording. just not sharing… ok? geez.
anyways, here’s one. I’ll eventually catch all these past ones and throw them in a box for you to sift through.
first breath
that was realized
as breath
today
when made this
thingy
recording with the studio door open. kind of nice
honestly today i really had to squeeze this one in. not busy, but i’m glad i did find the time. that’s what this is, time.
did i record this a few days ago?
maybe?
and what
it’s like a viking drunkly strumming alone
on a hill
in the late spring
